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[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Somebody behind the scenes was pointing out that Lesgle could just do his darn job! It's been a while! and that somebody was quite correct.

Lesgle's strong work ethic has of course been keeping him on a routine schedule of busing tables and cleaning the kitchen, and here he is right now, bustling about in a way that is so far un-disastrous. Do interrupt him!

Comments

[buh_bye]

"Might I trouble you for some tea, L'Aigle de Meaux," asked Death sitting at a table with an empty plate or two while looking at the bottom of his cup with disappointment, "And if you have the time, please join me."

[onceaviking]

Eric is seated at a table.

There is an empty wine glass at his table. It very obviously hasn't contained wine.
He's got a delicate gold chain dangling from his fingers.

Black clothes, black boots, immaculate hair.

[merryeccentricities]

Joly watches all this healthy workish bustling with a fond, if highly amused, smile. "You know I've always thought you were an excellent fellow, but I don't recall you being such an embodiment of philosophy back in our former residence."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is working on his Bible at a table, occasionally fidgeting with the braid in his beard that he's still getting used to.

(Beard and braid both.)

[makesthings]

Sameth's reading and sometimes remembering to eat the sandwich on his table though he's forgotten his tea which has gotten cold.

When Lesgle comes by, he looks up and says, "I didn't know anyone other than the rats did the tables."